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"
And
most
women
,
maybe
.
But
not
whores
.
A
whore
learns
to
see
the
man
,
not
his
garb
,
or
she
turns
up
dead
in
an
alley
.
"
Varys
looked
pained
,
and
not
because
of
the
false
scabs
on
his
feet
.
Tyrion
chuckled
.
"
Shae
,
would
you
bring
us
some
wine
?
"
He
might
need
a
drink
.
Whatever
brought
the
eunuch
here
in
the
dead
of
night
was
not
like
to
be
good
.
"
I
almost
fear
to
tell
you
why
I
’
ve
come
,
my
lord
,
"
Varys
said
when
Shae
had
left
them
.
"
I
bring
dire
tidings
.
"
"
You
ought
to
dress
in
black
feathers
,
Varys
,
you
’
re
as
bad
an
omen
as
any
raven
.
"
Awkwardly
,
Tyrion
pushed
to
his
feet
,
half
afraid
to
ask
the
next
question
.
"
Is
it
Jaime
?
"
If
they
have
harmed
him
,
nothing
will
save
them
.
"
No
,
my
lord
.
A
different
matter
.
Ser
Cortnay
Penrose
is
dead
.
Storm
’
s
End
has
opened
its
gates
to
Stannis
Baratheon
.
"
Dismay
drove
all
other
thoughts
from
Tyrion
’
s
mind
.
When
Shae
returned
with
the
wine
,
he
took
one
sip
and
flung
the
cup
away
to
explode
against
the
side
of
the
house
.
She
raised
a
hand
to
shield
herself
from
the
shards
as
the
wine
ran
down
the
stones
in
long
fingers
,
black
in
the
moonlight
.
"
Damn
him
!
"
Tyrion
said
.
Varys
smiled
,
showing
a
mouth
full
of
rotted
teeth
.
"
Who
,
my
lord
?
Ser
Cortnay
or
Lord
Stannis
?
"
"
Both
of
them
.
"
Storm
’
s
End
was
strong
,
it
should
have
been
able
to
hold
out
for
half
a
year
or
more
.
.
.
time
enough
for
his
father
to
finish
with
Robb
Stark
.
"
How
did
this
happen
?
"
Varys
glanced
at
Shae
.
"
My
lord
,
must
we
trouble
your
sweet
lady
’
s
sleep
with
such
grim
and
bloody
talk
?
"
